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“If you’re going to dump me, just get on with it,” she said, furious.  Misery and fury swamped her, and her entire body trembled.  “Don’t think I can’t see it.  You’ve been dancing around this for weeks and I told you that I’d fight you, but . . .” She trailed off, the words dying.

“Sybil—”

She slashed a hand through the air.  “I don’t want to hear the excuses and the reasons and the lies.  The bottom line is you don’t want me enough.  So fine.  It’s over.”

He grabbed her and hauled her against him.  “You think I don’t want you?”  The words were rasped against her lips and she tasted his blood, but she didn’t care.

His tongue pushed between her teeth as she gasped. All the rage he felt, and the pain he always covered, was poured into that kiss.  She didn’t hold any of hers back, either.  Because this was the last time, she realized.  The very last time.

Curling her hand into the front of his shirt, she sagged between him and the wall as his tongue slid along hers, tasting her everywhere.  And it was like the way he’d stared at her earlier—as though he was memorizing everything about the kiss, the way she tasted, the way she felt against him, the curves and hollows inside her mouth, as well as the curves of her body as he slid his hand down her back and grasped her hip to pull her closer.

They couldn’t be any closer unless they each dissolved into the other.  She felt his erection grinding into her belly, his chest crushing against her breasts as she twined her arms around his neck.

And then . . .

Nothing.

Her legs wobbled with the speed with which he put her down.

He was three feet away and standing in the middle of the floor, staring out the back window.

“You think this is because I don’t want you.”  His voice was flat, level even.  She’d heard him talk to a cop, his adopted father, Abraham, and total strangers in that same tone of voice.  But when he turned his head to finally meet her eyes, that blue gaze was vivid, all but burning.  “Is that what you think?”

“You seem to make a habit of trying to walk away.”  She wished she could sound as uninvolved.  But her legs were shaking, her heart pounding, and just staying upright—without crying—took all of her energy.

He turned to face her.  “The key word there is trying.  I’ve been trying to walk away for years.  I always knew things from my past would come back to bite me on the ass and I wanted you out of the way before it happened.  It’s not because I don’t want you, Sybil.  I want you too much.  And I won’t let everything I am stain what you are.”

“Everything you are . . .” she echoed, shaking her head.  As the words spun around and around inside her head, she found the strength—and the fury—she needed to shove off the wall.  Glaring at him, she strode across the floor.  There was still a smear of blood on his face and Sybil was tempted to hit him again.  Her hand was starting to throb, but that didn’t much matter at this point.  She was going to feel like a walking, bleeding wound here in a bit anyway.

“Everything you are.”  She lifted a hand and covered his chest, staring at her widespread fingers.  “What’s in here determines who you are.”  She moved her hand up, pushed it into his hair so that her fingers now spread over his skull.  “And what’s in here.  The monsters in your past didn’t define you.  They tried to break you and they failed.  They tried to make you into a monster, but you made yourself into a man. You’ve defined yourself, not the past, as awful as it was.  Not the monsters, not your evil father and not that bitch who whelped you.  You did it, from the time you took the first step to leave right up until now, and you’ll keep on defining it.”

She moved back.  “Are you really going to choose the past over me?  Over us?”

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For those who like them tormented…(contest!)

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Darker than Desire is due out next week.  This book wraps up my latest romantic suspense series.  For those of you like my more tormented heroes (ahem…Quinn, Broken, etc), the hero in this book is probably going to be right up your alley.

He’s…something.

To celebrate the release of Darker than Desire and the conclusion of the series, I’m giving away an ebook reader.  The winner will their choice of a Nook Glow or Kindle Fire (6 in).  You can enter by simply leaving a blog post comment, but you can get extra entries and all of that is explained in the widget below.  :)

Good luck and if you check out the book, I hope you love it…

Darker Than Desire

LUST FOR LIFE

No matter how many times he’s left her in the  past, Sybil Chalmers can’t ignore her feelings for the one man who stole her heart years ago. For countless nights, she has waited for him—for his kiss, his touch—and has longed for him to emerge from the shadows of his past. Only when she is in his arms does Sybil really feel alive…and finally, after all these years, that time is now.

A DEADLY DESIRE

He’s a man raised in a world of strict rules and unbreakable traditions and he’s always yearned to break free. But when a family tragedy lures him back home, he finds his one true passion has been there all along. With Sybil, he can explore his greatest potential—and allow her to discover a whole new level of ecstacy. But will a long-buried secret threaten to tear them apart? The only thing he knows for sure is that he will do anything to keep Sybil in his life…and keep her coming back for more…

The skin on the nape of his neck stood up.

His blood started to pump.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze and found himself staring across the neat, tidy little lawn.

There.  That was the other thing he felt, a bizarre mix of need, longing and a twist in his heart that he couldn’t fully understand.  It only happened around one person.

It wasn’t a surprise that she’d found him here.

Nor was it a surprise when his heart did that odd little twist.

She was the other person who managed to make him feel.

She made him want.

She made him need.

She made him regret, too.

Regret that he needed to push her away, regret that he couldn’t reach for her the way he wanted.

Regret that he wasn’t as strong as he should be, because even as he told himself to push her away, she started up the walk, the short skirt she wore barely clinging to her thighs and all he could think about was pulling her into his lap so that the skirt rode higher and he could cup her hips, pull her down to straddle him.

Vivid, overbright starbursts seemed to explode behind his eyes as that fantasy played out in his mind.  It would be so easy.  This was a secluded street and people had finally given up on the rubbernecking.  Hardly anybody drove down the street to check out the burnt out wreck of the Frampton house.  He could pull that stretchy bit of fabric up and be inside her in two minutes.  It would be so easy to just lose himself to her.

She came to a halt in front of him while his blood pounded in slow, steady waves, while need clenched inside him like a fist.

Tell her to leave, common sense dictated.  He’d already made the decision he needed to make.

But his head, his heart, his cock didn’t want to listen.

“Hey,” she said, her red-slicked lips curving up.

He stared at her mouth, thought about seeing that mouth open, seeing it glide down his chest.

Blinking, he managed, barely, to look away.  “Hey back.”

This was yet another thing he lacked, the ability to talk, even to her, about anything that didn’t involve getting her naked and fucking her.  Naked wasn’t even necessary as long as he could be inside her, lose himself to her, hide away from the demons that chased him.

But if he kept doing that, all those demons were going to start chasing her, too.

He wasn’t worth a whole hell of a lot and he didn’t care about a whole hell of a lot.  But he’d burn this whole damn town to the ground before he let anything from his past start to haunt her. Every moment of peace he’d ever known had come from her.  She mattered, more than anything or anybody else in his miserable world.

So instead of reaching for her, he stared out at the water, acutely aware as she sat down at his side.  The journals sat at the other and he resisted the urge to grab them, disappear inside the house, hide them away from her.  Hide them away, hide their secrets, as if that would make the truth any less than true.

“I don’t blame that kid,” Sybil said out of the blue.

Caught up in his own head, he barely understood what she meant.  Looking over at her, he tracked her gaze and then, as a shiver of cold raced up his spine, he looked back over the water.

“Plenty of people don’t.  Too bad he couldn’t find a way to trap his dad and uncle in there, too.”

Sybil murmured, “His uncle’s brains splattered all over the chief’s wall.”

“He went too easy.”

“True.  But he is still gone.”  Her gaze came over to him.  “We fell asleep on you.  What did you think about the movie?”

He frowned, tried to remember something about it.  The boy. Wands.  A rock.  Then he shrugged. “What sort of name is Snape?”

Sybil laughed.  “An interesting one.  For an interesting character.  Is he a good guy or a bad guy?”

The question caught him off guard.  Then he looked down.  “What does it matter?”

“Well, if you want to watch more of the series with us, it would be kind of fun for me to know now, what you think of him.  He plays a big part in it.”

I’m not watching more.  That was what he should tell her.  Sighing, he looked away.  Everything he should do, he couldn’t do.  It had been like that for most of his life.  He should found a better way to make people listen.  He should have fought harder.  He should have run sooner.

Then there were the things he shouldn’t have done. He shouldn’t have involved Lana.  He shouldn’t have stayed in town. He shouldn’t have reached for Sybil that first night.

A hand reached up, touched his cheek.  “You’re always so serious, baby.”

“Little reason to be otherwise.”

“True.”  She moved then and he didn’t even have time to brace himself before she had settled herself in his lap, one leg planted on either side of his hips.  Her hands came up, cupped his face.  “How much longer until you decide to tell me?”

His hands moved of their own volition, fingers splayed wide across satiny soft thighs.  “Tell you what, Sybil?”

“Don’t play games with me.” She dipped her head so that her hair fell around them like a curtain.  “You’ve never done it before.  Don’t start now.”

Noise clamored in the back of his head, all that chaos rising to a roar as he stared into those beautiful eyes.  They slid between gold and green and right now, they all but glowed as she watched him.

Send her away.  Tell her.

He slid his hands up, cupping her ass. And he groaned when he found her naked under that sorry excuse for a skirt.  “I keep thinking it’s time to tell you to just go.  To stay away from me.”

“That’s what I thought.”  She rubbed her mouth against his.  “Why don’t you do it, then?  So I can ignore you and we can fight it out?”

The cool silk of her hair brushed against his cheek.  He tangled one hand in it.  “This isn’t a game anymore.”

“It never was.”  She eased back, watching him with knowing eyes.

He curled his lip.  “It was one thing when you were fucking some guy you thought was an Amish builder.  It’s another thing when it’s me, possible murder suspect, sick degenerate.  It’s just a matter of time before the cops decide to start pulling me, demanding answers about what happened the night I disappeared.  Just a matter of time before everything comes out in the open.  When nobody knew—”

She lifted a hand and pressed her finger to his lips.

“I always knew.”

 

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Reviewers! Wanna review Darker than Desire?

Darker Than Desire

It’s up on Netgalley and I’m putting together a list for my publicist!

LUST FOR LIFE

No matter how many times he’s left her in the past, Sybil Chalmers can’t ignore her feelings for the one man who stole her heart years ago. For countless nights, she has waited for him—for his kiss, his touch—and has longed for him to emerge from the shadows of his past. Only when she is in his arms does Sybil really feel alive…and finally, after all these years, that time is now.

A DEADLY DESIRE

He’s a man raised in a world of strict rules and unbreakable traditions and he’s always yearned to break free. But when a family tragedy lures him back home, he finds his one true passion has been there all along. With Sybil, he can explore his greatest potential—and allow her to discover a whole new level of ecstasy. But will a long-buried secret threaten to tear them apart? The only thing he knows for sure is that he will do anything to keep Sybil in his life…and keep her coming back for more…

Excerpt…

 

Carefully, he folded the paper.  Then he tucked it inside the journal, keeping it closed.

He couldn’t look at the second journal, not just yet.

It was strange.

For so many years he’d felt little.  Except the rage. Rage could always cut through.  On the rare occasion when he felt something beyond that hot, heavy burn, it was usually blunted, coming to him from a distance.  The few times it didn’t happen that way, it was when Abraham had managed to make him laugh or…

The skin on the nape of his neck stood up.

His blood started to pump.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze and found himself staring across the neat, tidy little lawn.

There.  That was the other thing he felt, a bizarre mix of need, longing and a twist in his heart that he couldn’t fully understand.  It only happened around one person.

It wasn’t a surprise that she’d found him here.

Nor was it a surprise when his heart did that odd little twist.

She was the other person who managed to make him feel.

She made him want.

She made him need.

She made him regret, too.

Regret that he needed to push her away, regret that he couldn’t reach for the way he wanted.

Regret that he wasn’t as strong as he should be, because even as he told himself to push her away, she started up the walk, the short skirt she wore barely clinging to her thighs and all he could think about was pulling her into his lap so that the skirt rode higher and he could cup her hips, pull her down to straddle him.

Vivid, overbright starbursts seemed to explode behind his eyes as that fantasy played out in his mind.  It would be so easy.  This was a secluded street and people had finally given up on the rubbernecking.  Hardly anybody drove down the street to check out the burnt out wreck of the Frampton house.  He could pull that stretchy bit of fabric up and be inside her in two minutes.  It would be so easy to just lose himself to her.

She came to a halt in front of him while his blood pounded in slow, steady waves, while need clenched inside him like a fist.

Tell her to leave, common sense dictated.  He’d already made the decision he needed to make.

But his head, his heart, his cock didn’t want to listen.

“Hey,” she said, her red-slicked lips curving up.

He stared at her mouth, thought about seeing that mouth open, seeing it glide down his chest.

Blinking, he managed, barely, to look away.  “Hey back.”

This was yet another thing he lacked, the ability to talk, even to her, about anything that didn’t involve getting her naked and fucking her.  Naked wasn’t even necessary as long as he could be inside her, lose himself to her, hide away from the demons that chased him.

But if he kept doing that, all those demons were going to start chasing her, too.

He wasn’t worth a whole hell of a lot and he didn’t care about a whole hell of a lot.  But he’d burn this whole damn town to the ground before he let anything from his past start to haunt her. Every moment of peace he’d ever known had come from her.  She mattered, more than anything or anybody else in his miserable world.

So instead of reaching for her, he stared out at the water, acutely aware as she sat down at his side.  The journals sat at the other and he resisted the urge to grab them, disappear inside the house, hide them away from her.  Hide them away, hide their secrets, as if that would make the truth any less than true.

“I don’t blame that kid,” Sybil said out of the blue.

Caught up in his own head, he barely understood what she meant.  Looking over at her, he tracked her gaze and then, as a shiver of cold raced up his spine, he looked back over the water.

“Plenty of people don’t.  Too bad he couldn’t find a way to trap his dad and uncle in there, too.”

Sybil murmured, “His uncle’s brains splattered all over the chief’s wall.”

“He went too easy.”

“True.  But he is still gone.”  Her gaze came over to him.  “We fell asleep on you.  What did you think about the movie?”

He frowned, tried to remember something about it.  The boy. Wands.  A rock.  Then he shrugged. “What sort of name is Snape?”

Sybil laughed.  “An interesting one.  For an interesting character.  Is he a good guy or a bad guy?”

The question caught him offguard.  Then he looked down.  “What does it matter?”

“Well, if you want to watch more of the series with us, it would be kind of fun for me to know now, what you think of him.  He plays a big part in it.”

I’m not watching more.  That was what he should tell her.  Sighing, he looked away.  Everything he should do, he couldn’t do.  It had been like that for most of his life.  He should found a better way to make people listen.  He should have fought harder.  He should have run sooner.

Then there were the things he shouldn’t have done. He shouldn’t have involved Lana.  He shouldn’t have stayed in town. He shouldn’t have reached for Sybil that first night.

A hand reached up, touched his cheek.  “You’re always so serious.”

“Little reason to be otherwise.”

“True.”  She moved then and he didn’t even have time to brace himself before she had settled herself in his lap, one leg planted on either side of his hips.  Her hands came up, cupped his face.  “How much longer until you decide to tell me?”

His hands moved of their own volition, fingers splayed wide across satiny soft thighs.  “Tell you what, Sybil?”

“Don’t play games with me.” She dipped her head so that her hair fell around them like a curtain.  “You’ve never done it before.  Don’t start now.”

Noise clamored in the back of his head, all that chaos rising to a roar as he stared into those beautiful eyes.  They slid between gold and green and right now, they all but glowed as she watched him.

Send her away.  Tell her.

He slid his hands up, cupping her ass. And he groaned when he found her naked under that sorry excuse for a skirt.  “I keep thinking it’s time to tell you to just go.  To stay away from me.”

“That’s what I thought.”  She rubbed her mouth against his.  “Why don’t you do it, then?  So I can ignore you and we can fight it out?”

The cool silk of her hair brushed against his cheek.  He tangled one hand in it.  “This isn’t a game anymore.”

“It never was.”  She eased back, watching him with knowing eyes.

He curled his lip.  “It was one thing when you fucking some Amish builder.  It’s another thing when it’s me, possible murder suspect, sick degenerate.  It’s just a matter of time before the cops decide to start pulling me, demanding answers about what happened the night I disappeared.  Just a matter of time before everything comes out in the open.  When nobody knew—”

She lifted a hand and pressed her finger to his lips.

“I always knew.”

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We’re in the middle of #snarlax

If you want a defintion of Snarlax, go to twitter.  But in the midst of Snarlax, an amazing thing happened…

elsa in the snow

 

Some of those who follow me on twitter know that bratlet doesn’t just vocalize her parts in her favorite movies.

No, she plays them…like nothing you’ve ever seen.

She does wardrobe changes with Beauty and the Beast.

And now that the weather cooperated, apparently she decided it was time for the epic rendition of Frozen.

I had a front row seat.

You all missed it.

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Online stuff, J.C. stuff, working stuff…aka this, that and the other

This is my idea of a state of the union address.  Or a state of Shiloh…as it were.

:)

I’m going to ramble about online stuff, series, J.C. stuff, working, etc… this is a long post, so please bear with me.

Online stuff!

Some people have probably noticed I’m not a) blogging as much b) on twitter as much c) online as much in general

The reasons for this are varied, but it breaks down to the fact that I had to simplify and focus on writing more.

A few years ago, I had a hysterectomy and since then, focusing has been more of an issue.  I’ve always been easily distracted, but since then, instead things being like…OH, SHINY…okay, back to work, it’s OH, SHINY, ok…what? Who am I?

It got to the point that I decided to get evaluated for ADD/ADHD, which I always suspected I had (one or the other) and hey, I managed.  I cut back on distractions when I worked, no TV on, music to block out noises, etc, etc.  I’d leave the house if I things were really bad, write at a coffee shop, so on and so forth.

Lately, the normal tricks just weren’t doing it.  Early in January, the tests came back and I’m soooooo ADD.  We’re trying medication and I’m going to try a few other things that a friend suggested and see how it goes.

It’s possible the stress of the past few years have aggravated things…who knows, but it’s just best that I limit online time to the bare minimum.

**Now…while I understand the intent behind it, this is often the time when a lot of people tend to offer suggestions, etc. While I appreciate the intent–and I do–for those who don’t know I’m a nurse and I also have an ADHD kid and I’ve researched this thing until my head can’t hold any more. I eat fairly clean, I exercise and eesh…

Anyway. At this point, I think it’s best I focus on what my doctor and I have discussed and limit everything else. :)

So…long story short… that’s why people don’t see me online as much.

J.C. Daniels stuff!

When is the next book coming out!!! Why are you torturing me like this?  Do you like to make me suffer??

I posted some of that stuff on the blog tour.  Including the title.  You can still see that info if you want to go on a hunt and maybe enter the contest before it’s too late. ;)

Don’t want to do that? Okay, quick run down, next full length book for Kit is in 2016.  I’ll post the title here in a few weeks when I have more concrete info.  For now, the hosting blogger gets to have it…hers all hers!!!

A couple of weeks ago, I finished a short story that I plan on putting out in the summer and there will probably be another short to go along with it…I hadn’t planned on doing it that way, but there are certain things that need to happen prior to book five so this seems to be the best way to do it.  It’s important and I think it will work best in its own story.

More on that soon-ish.

No, I don’t do it to make people suffer. Blame Kit.  It’s her story. I’m just writing it.

Series stuff!

I’ve had a lot of people lately asking me why I’m not continuing a series, particularly the Veil series, or the Hunters.

Frankly…because sales sucked and the publishers don’t want to buy more.  Publishing is a business.  Publishers have to make money–specifically, they have to make money off the books I write for them or they won’t buy more from me.  That’s just how it goes.

I’m sorry for those who enjoyed the series… I am.  Low sales is why I made the call to go ahead and wrap up the Grimm books.  Yes, writing is an art.  But publishing is a business and writers have to walk with feet in both worlds.

Being a creator with stories that aren’t making much money means you have to make tough calls. Bills gotta be paid and kids gotta have clothes.

I’m pragmatic, if nothing else. Which brings me to the next topic…

So…crickets chirping.

Working.

I stayed active in the medical field the past eleven years and that was for good reason.  I never did expect the writing thing to last forever, because hey… why would it?

To sum it up, I’m probably going back to work part-time. I’m hoping it’s just temporary, but who knows? Writing as a career is, and will probably continue to be, a fickle creature.  I’ve been lucky to be able to do it for more than ten years, but this fickle creature just isn’t smiling on me lately.

My priorities have to be my family-my guy and I are parents and partners first. Seeing to the needs of our family will always be the number one priority.

No, I’m not hanging up my writing hat and there are still stories coming this year. Hopefully things get better soon so I can keep saying that in another year or two. Or ten.

How this will affect my writing schedule… I don’t know. I write fast.  I’ve got books on deadline that will have to come first and several things in the works already and maybe things will level out sooner rather than later.

But it does mean I might need more time with the indie projects, like the Kit series, etc.  It means there probably won’t be as many other side projects.

I’m sorry for that and I do ask that you be patient with me.  I’ll do the best I can.

 

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Upcoming contemporary! Want to read early?

The Virgin’s Night Out

Virgin's Night OutSloane Redding is the shy one, the timid one. The morning of her wedding, she’s dumped by the man she’d thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. Humiliated, she turns tail and runs, leaving Nowhere, Alabama for a job in the city. Sloane sets out to remake herself. She succeeds…on the outside. On the inside? Different story. She still the shy Redding. Still quiet, still more interested in standing on the standlines. But all of that is about to change.

The night before her brother’s wedding, she strolls in the lone bar in Nowhere wearing wicked red and she’s got one goal in mind: to show her ex-fiance just what he lost.

The night before his best friend’s wedding, D.B. “Boone” Cassidy walks into the lone bar in Nowhere, Alabama with one goal in mind. Get wasted. Former military, he’s spent the past few years as a security specialist and all around troubleshooter. It should have been easy to spot the trouble that night…a sexy woman in wicked red. It should have been easy. Yeah, right.

One thing leads to another and his plans to get wasted turn into a night with the sexy woman in red . Boone gets the shock of his life the next day when he shows up at his friend’s wedding to find out he’d just spent the night wrapped around his best friend’s little sister…and that isn’t the only surprise.

 

As soon as she said, Sloane wanted to take the words back.

This man was too…there.

Too big, too intense and the temper that had driven her with Rodney had faded, sapping her courage with it. Now, as pale green eyes settled on her face, she swallowed.

He was going to say no.

She could already see it.

With the last bit of nerve she had left in her, she forced one more smile. “You know what? Never mind.”

She went to brush past him and his hand caught her arm. “I hadn’t quite finished mine. Why don’t you sit down with me?”

She tilted her head back and met his eyes. For one brief moment, that connection seemed to sizzle, seemed to burn. Sit down with him. Have a drink. Talk—talk about what?

In the span of what felt like minutes, her mind raced over what he’d consider the boring emptiness of her life. It would take up two minutes, he’d hurry through his drink and leave.

“Dance with me instead.”

For the second time that night—the third, the fourth?—she’d surprised herself, but as the music shifted into a slow song, she caught his hand and back onto the dance floor just a few feet away. He didn’t budge at first. Maybe she should have just cut and run…

But in a rush, she found herself pressed up against him, one big hand pressed up against her spine while the other sought out hers and brought it up, twining their fingers together. Somebody bumped into her and she stumbled, bumped into him. “Ah…”

She looked up at him, an apology on her lips.

But the words died as a shudder rolled through her. Muscles in his thighs flexed—she could feel it. Pressed this close to him, she thought she could feel just about everything. The hand he had on the base of her spine fisted and she licked her lips nervously.

His gaze fell to her mouth.

In the packed, crowded bar, surrounded by maybe fifty other swaying couples, Sloane felt like she was suddenly alone with this man—a man whose name she didn’t know—and she had a burning desire to close to distance between them and kiss him.

And since she seemed to be riding the crazy train to nowhere, she did just that, leaning forward and doing yet one more thing she’d never imagined herself doing.

She kissed a total stranger.

 

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